After a crazy-ass night at VIP room on thursday I thought I wouldn't be able to go out ever again, alas that's what me and the Swedes spent the weekend doing. At VIP we actually got to shake hands with Reverend Run of Run DMC, I wasn't too excited but Emilia was over the moon. And so we danced a bit, got some free drinks from someone with a VIP seat, posed with the 'celebs' and finally I realised Emilia had disappeared and I was alone. So I cabbed it home and Friday found myself lost and stuck in a huge storm. Let me just say that when it rains in Paris, it really rains. My shelter was under a tiny awning which hardly gave protection from the endless downpour but I soon found myself talking french/spanish to a Colombian. I was very pleased to discover I can still understand spanish. The night was drinks and card games with the girls, a quick outing to the Highlander, sitting in the freezing cold waiting for the Moose to open for... AFL, that really wasn't my choice Elin just has a thing for Aussie accents, before I called it too cold to exist outside and home-time!!
A nice Saturday sleep in before heading to my home-away from home (chez the Swedes) for more wine and new Gossip Girl!!! Then a house-party in the fancy-pants district, a sleep at the highlander, a much needed Grec and back to Elin's for a good night's sleep.
Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and it seems the cold of Sunday was the beginning of a not so great day. The sky has been grey for days now and the chill factor is damn right unbearable. After a morning at Elin's and a talk with a very cute turtle, we got the courage to go out in the afternoon for a stroll around the peaceful graves of Pere Lachaise. In the end this was only to have our hands frozen, our limbs stiffened and poor Elin got quite sick and we had to get a cab... At least we hoped to get one, did you know Paris is the hardest place to get a taxi! At least that's what it seems, one guide book declares it's easier to hail a pelican... hmm! When in doubt take the metro, it's always faster!
So it was that I went home early sunday afternoon in the freezing early days of autumn and saw Paris in a different light, literally as it was so dark from the stormy skies! Sundays always seem strange in Paris as everything closes, you can't even get bread! My weekend ended not at the usual place of WOS bar where me and Elin always occupy the same stools on a Sunday but instead rugged up in bed by 6pm and asleep by 7... The cold has that effect!!
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